I stepped in to my old room in the house I used to call a home.
20 years seemed to hit me all at once.
I've done a lot of growing up within these walls.
I held my deepest breath
thinking "I can do so much better than this".
But the closer I get, the further it seems.
When all the people that you know become ghosts
This is how you'll keep them alive.
One day, when you wake to see how everything has changed -
Your eyes will open on the cue of your alarm and you'll sing.
Your eyes will open on the cue of your alarm and you'll sing:
"Getting older is nothing but empty intentions to keep in touch
And promises about our faults that we planned on learning from".
Getting older is nothing but promises, promises.
Getting older is nothing.
20 years seemed to hit me all at once.
I've done a lot of growing up within these walls.
I held my deepest breath
thinking "I can do so much better than this".
But the closer I get, the further it seems.
When all the people that you know become ghosts
This is how you'll keep them alive.
One day, when you wake to see how everything has changed -
Your eyes will open on the cue of your alarm and you'll sing.
Your eyes will open on the cue of your alarm and you'll sing:
"Getting older is nothing but empty intentions to keep in touch
And promises about our faults that we planned on learning from".
Getting older is nothing but promises, promises.
Getting older is nothing.